You get to decide what you want to do. You can run away, you can stand firm and face it, you can frolic, scream in terror or squeal in delight. You can surf it, ride with it, or punch at it and see what that will do.

The wave does not care. It is not out to get you. It doesn’t feel you owe it something. The wave can’t ignore you or lavish praise.

The wave exists with unrelenting frequency. Sometimes it gently rolls in, other times it crashes with a deafening roar.